So in order to get my creative juices flowing again, I occasionally take FitzSimmons prompts on tumblr from other users and write a (sometimes) short story based on what they give me. Some are longer than others, but I've decided to post them all on here and on AO3 so that I can keep track of them and they don't just get lost in the big internet vacuum that is Tumblr lol. However, if any of you want me to write a FitzSimmons drabble, feel free to PM me or review this story! I'm always looking for new ideas and I would really like to start challenging myself daily with prompts so my writing can improve over time.
This particular one was requested by an Anon for a "send me a sentence" post I did one day. These were the sentences: "Ugh, Fitz. First, I didn't even dissect the dead monkey, so calm down." and "LEOPOLD FITZ!" after something gets set on fire by one of Fitz's lasers. Actually, I think she meant for them to be together in the drabble but I set them apart to make this easier to write. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece! :)
~Set during 1x03 of Agents of SHIELD~
"Fitz, what the-"
Simmons grimaced and shielded her face with her hands as she dodged one of Fitz's laser beams. "What in the world do you think you're doing?"
Fitz grinned cheekily as he continued to maneuver the green light around her. "Trying to get your attention. Why else would I be doing this?"
"Because you are a child," Simmons retorted, rolling her eyes. "And recess is over. Coulson wants these weapons to be field-ready by the end of the day and we've barely made any progress!"
Clearing his throat, Fitz moved slightly to the side to reveal the multitude of weapons that he had finished putting together earlier that morning. "I don't know, this looks like progress to me…" He raised an eyebrow and smirked at his flustered lab partner. "Maybe it's you that's being the slow-poke!"
Simmons gasped. "Well excuse me for paying close attention to protocol and procedure! The dendrotoxin formula is sensitive to even the slightest changes in chemical structure and the most subtle shift in the reagent amounts could have catastrophic consequences."
He laughed as he watched Simmons fiddle with her laboratory equipment. "That sounds a bit exaggerated. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?"
"No," she huffed. "But it might be because we almost died yesterday during an attack on our plane headed by a power-hungry Peruvian general and we need to be readily prepared if such an event were to happen again!"
"This is what we signed up for, Simmons! It was your idea to go into the field in the first place!"
Simmons froze in place as a realization dawned on her. "Ohh, I see why you're doing this. You're getting back at me for that whole 'dead monkey' thing, aren't you?"
Fitz gaped at her. "What are you talking about? I'm not that immature, thank you very much. And you were the one that found the dead monkey on the side of the path in Peru and rambled on and on about how you'd love to study the peculiar digestive systems of the woolly spider monkey!"
"Ugh, Fitz! I was never going to dissect it anyway! It was just an innocent comment, nothing more!"
"That poor deceased monkey deserved to rest in peace without hearing about your plans to exploit his kind. I'm scarred now, Simmons, scarred!"
She snorted and averted her attention back to her test tubes filled with dendrotoxin. "You're ridiculous."
Unfortunately for Simmons, she couldn't even experience a minute in peace with her work before she heard a high-pitched screech behind her and the sound of paper catching fire.
Oh, that better not be what I think it is.
But it was. Her most recent notes on the cheical composition of dendrotoxin were now the fodder for a lovely campfire on the middle of the holo table. All Simmons could do was stare with horror and utter disbelief as Fitz grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the flames.
The few seconds after the fire were incredibly uncomfortable, as if everyone was anticipating a volcano to erupt at any moment. Fitz was ogling his "ordinary" pen, complete with a laser pointer that could set things on fire if focused on one point for too long, while Ward and Skye, who had been training in the garage, had stopped to watch their argument with amusement.
Seeing that Simmons was about to boil over, Fitz cleared his throat and gingerly put the pen down alongside his other weapons. "I think… er, now would be an appropriate time to offer you my assistance."
"LEOPOLD DOUGLAS FITZ!"
And that's the story behind why Fitz's lasers were confiscated (by none other than Simmons) from the lab for an entire week following the incident.
Inspiration for this came from a scene in this episode when Fitz/Iain was shining a light into Jemma/Elizabeth's face. Got 3-4 more ones to post after this one so I'll post 1-2 daily for the next couple of days.
